At length I am obliged to offer help
And so I take the train at evening
and the gentleman next to me
Into my confidence
He is a teacher heading home to his wife
He loves her greatly and is buoyed by the prospect of rest
I engage him to unburden his ended day upon me
I am free and can carry the load while we pass under the cityscape
It is his passion which obliges him to unload
After he leaves the train we continue to converse
I go with him too
To his home on a quiet street
I am filled with peace as he enters the nattily attired cul-de-sac
You should have been there when I left the station!
How you would have loved the company of the workers at the docks
The salty stories told in the barely lit breakroom
I journeyed from there up by a lilac field
Where I briefly luxuriated with a friend
From which I wandered woefully towards
A park, watching the day rise with a vagrant
He watched me warily until at length I had coaxed him
I shared with him poetry and he
Shared the weary sensation of the cold nights
We sat comparing despair
As his retriever rested lazily on the dew
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